Captain Sparrow の小説・ストーリー

he said then looked back at me “I don’t know but since you’re someone special to our captain, we should have a little introductory party for you” he threw his arm around my shoulder. I didn’t move when he did “Let me go” I said. They all jeered “You have quite a matching temper with Captain” he said “That’s too much compliment” Damien said behind him. Blake dropped his from my shoulder “Wow Captain, where’d you get a lens girl?’ he asked. Damien looked at me for a while then looked away

He turned the armband over in his hands. "I thought being a leader meant protecting the team from criticism. I thought if I fought hard enough for the club everything would be fine." "Now?" "I realise being a leader means being willing to ask questions about what needs to change." Isabella smiled. "That sounds like my captain." He looked at her. "Do you think they’ll give it back?" "I think it’s up to the club, but I don’t think being captain is just about wearing the armband." He grabbed her hand.

a deep voice cut in from the cockpit’s door, "just because someone bumped into him?" My ears went hot. That voice. My body locked up. My heart tried to claw its way out of my chest. Mia had warned me, over and over. ‘What if one of your hookups ends up being your passenger?’ But he wasn't a passenger. Slowly, I raised my head. Gold stripes on his sleeves. Captain's cap tucked under one arm. And a faint smirk on the mouth that, barely two hours ago, had been against my ear. My senior captain. And his shirt collar was missing one little gold pin. Damn.

I didn’t notice the shadow across the table until he spoke. “Planning on drinking that, Miss Bennett?” I looked up. Green eyes under dark, messy hair. A bright smirk already pulling at his mouth. Annoyingly good-looking. Then it clicked. I’d shot him earlier—Number Six, one of the alternate captains. The one who kept finding space like the rest of the ice moved slower than him. His eyes dropped to the mug. “You actually gonna drink that, or just keep staring at it?” I glanced at the coffee, then back at him.

Despair would not win. Slipping on the glasses, the princess forced herself to focus as the world around her became orange. From the first ship in the line, something was glowing in a man's hand. She recognized the man as Pirate Captain Xander and the object as the Merpearl. The powerful weapon would have mesmerized her if not for the ingenious invention by Renat.

Or do you have some kind of weapon of mass destruction? Warren, a.k.a WolfFang, was so worked up his messages barely made sense anymore. WolfFang: [Jasper, I'll step down as captain right now if you want it! You take the position; I'll be your right hand! Say the word, and I'll follow!]

The cabin went very quiet. “His brother,” Kian said. “His brother. Twenty six years old. The engine room flooded and he was trapped below. And there’s a radio log I’ve never been able to find that would show whether the captain called for help in time.” Nate looked at Kian. “The captain of the Marianne was Julian Ashcroft. Your father. The ship belonged to all three of them. Ashcroft, Kane, and Thomas Vance. Silas wasn’t on board. My father was.”

The tall one had blonde hair, brown eyes, a bag over his shoulders and daring look while the other had blue hair with blue eyes, his face was cute, like a fallen angel. “That’s Emory and Marsh, Emory is the captain of the hockey team” Xyla whispered in my eyes, it felt like talking about them openly would inquire consequences. I looked over at them, their seat were aligned. Emory sat behind Marsh. A part of the hockey team, I thought about it, seeing them made me excited, I couldn’t wait to apply for the hockey team. “Marsh is the right defenseman” Adele added. I nodded, then she leaned closer.

“Can you send it or not?” An hour later the image arrived. Marcus opened it and zoomed in. Jax stood near the center, stick in hand, expression easy in the way it used to be before everything turned. Beside him was another player with same age, same jersey style, shoulder close enough to suggest they had been on the same unit. The second face had no current program trail. No senior mentions either.Marcus stared at the pair of them until the point settled fully. “This is better than a committee log,” he said to the empty room.

"You are not your father, Jaxson. You didn't do this. He abandoned you, and now he's trying to use you to clean up his bloody mess, but we are going to burn his empire to the ground. Together. Do you hear me?" Jaxson let out a ragged, broken exhale, burying his face deeper into my neck as his massive arms wrapped around my waist, holding me so tight it bruised, anchoring himself to my heartbeat like I was the only solid thing left in the world. He pressed a desperate, lingering kiss to my collarbone, his stubble scraping against my sensitive skin, before he finally pulled back, wiping his face with the back of his hand. The vulnerable, broken boy vanished, and the cold, calculating captain s